Clara felt movement around her as well as heard murmurs above her. There was a strange smell, mixed with several individuals, but not only wolves, there were also some different ones. She forced herself to open her eyes to find herself still in her wolfish body, with her front and back legs tied together, a thick rope around her snout and lying on her side on the ground. All around her she could see various shadows moving back and forth and commenting among themselves.She felt hands on her body, but when she tried to move away she realized she was paralyzed. She began to tremble and let out a pitiful moan. She was afraid, very afraid. First kidnapped. Then trapped like this by strangers she didn't know. She was even more terrified than before.The only thought that came to her mind was when she was rescued by her mates from her father's clutches when he had locked her up, but now there was no such hope. If it was what she imagined and had heard about... those were hunters. So she was

Clara's mouth was released because she could not move. The plate with lush food smelled good and made her guts move inside her. She was hungry. Very hungry. The day before she hadn't eaten anything. And despite the heat in her body she wanted to feed. It was nature's natural instinct for survival. No... Barely a murmur in her head alerted her not to touch it and yet Clara waited until her body could move a little, until the drug had faded before she lifted her head and tasted the first bite. The juicy taste made her mouth gooey but she kept eating. One after another until she let out a sobbing moan. Because she. It would have been easier if she had died that night. If at the end she hadn't met her mates. Everything would be really easier -Oh, a new one- She heard a voice near her. It wasn't coming from her head. She barely turned her neck looking for where it came from without much success. Around her were only thick, dark walls. -Smells just like us. Poor thing was trapped -

As had happened when she had been caught, her body was carried over the wolf's shoulder and she was pulled out of the prison where she was held. Clara gasped and with every rub on her she let out a moan of pain. The man's hands felt rough even over her fur and gripped her so tightly that they were sure to leave marks.-She heard voices all around her.-Yes, his heat is already at its peak. I'm sure he'll like her. She hasn't mated for a while so it won't take him long to get her pregnant.-I'm worried he'll kill her in the process. It's a little violent during mating and she's so small.-He won't kill her- the man carrying her laughed, -He's a male, his instinct is to breed with a female in heat, not to mark her. We don't know how it works, but he is capable of tearing her apart and leaving her alive enough to give birth later. Puppies are very expensive, so we don't have the luxury of him doing his own thing. The training he underwent earlier also helped.-Oh, I see- another of them

Dixon no longer knew how to walk around the house. His feet were raw and covered in bandages, and even with his quick healing ability, he had not given the flesh time to rebuild. Her hands were in the same state. There were huge dark circles under her eyes and her hair was completely matted. All around the office furniture was in tatters, with claw marks or broken parts. He was sitting in the only armchair that hadn't tipped over, but his claws had already splintered the wood of the armrest.His chest was tight. He couldn't feel his she-wolf, it was as if she was far away, they hadn't found her either, no matter how hard he had looked for her. It was as if there was something that wouldn't let them reach her.And all night long there had been a feeling of anguish that had made him shed tears from his eyes. He did not know if it was really he who was crying, but only the thought could come into his head that it had been his she-wolf who had gone through something that had made her suff

Clara shuddered as she felt the raspy tongue of her previous attacker run over the wounds he had inflicted on her back and neck during the night. It was already dawn, that was what the little light coming into that room told her. However, it was still dark for her. She lay in a shaking ball in the corner, her body aching, her insides torn from the knot she had tried to pull out only causing herself more damage than she had done, and the wolf's semen still dripping disgustingly from her sex. Moaning low with her head hidden between her legs wanting the world to end for her.She had been brutally raped by another wolf. She had not been taken by his mates, The heat had subsided significantly given the fluid flowing inside her that would calm her until the night where the symptoms would return. The thought of going through the same thing made her almost start sobbing.She squirmed more and tried to melt into the wall trying to run away from the tongue of the wolf that seemed insistent on

The words of that she-wolf were still echoing in Clara's head as she lay in a ball in the corner. Her body ached, already recovering from the attack she had received earlier. Her memories were fuzzy during the event. She didn't know if it was because of the mixture of emotions, or because of the fear, or because she had lost consciousness several times. That didn't stop him from being disgusted and trembling as if he could break at any moment. His body had been sullied. Although at that point he no longer cared.Nor had she ever felt good about her gourds. She had never accepted them at any time. She was afraid of them. They... they.She moved her mouth closer to the plate of food in front of her. She felt like throwing up, but she knew that at least eating wouldn't make her think.-I wouldn't eat that- she heard the voice of a she-wolf tied close to her, with a small puppy sleeping like a ball between her paws, who like his mother was thin and emaciated, not unlike everyone around hi

It was too quiet.Normally every time a she-wolf was brought to her breeding male during the night, there were usually sounds coming from the cell, not many and in various frequencies, but there were. So it was safe to assume that something strange was going on.One of the hunters guarding the corridor advanced with some concern. He squeezed the electric rod in his cautious hand. He would enter a cell with two wolves in heat. One of them, a male, would try to protect the female he was mating with and with the wolf's temper he would surely attack him.He swallowed dryly and brought his hand to the handle and began to carefully lower it, creating a rusty squeak. Still, he felt no sound inside. He frowned, something wasn't right. He opened the door with the wand in his other hand and stepped inside. Light from the hallway flooded the room and his foot was positioned on the floor hearing a faint splash. When he looked down his eyes opened wide in shock.Blood. A lot of blood.His first im

Although the plan was simple it carried quite a few risks and that was something Clara knew very well. So she would be the bait, she had experience in it after all. Escaping the Savages to stay alive was now of some use.So she told the other wolves which way to go. They were to draw the hunters away, she would make them focus their attention on her, and then they would attack them from behind. A simple pattern, but one false step and the lives of more than one would be in danger.With his ear he located each of the hunters. There were ten in all, but they were not all grouped together. The closest were two that were running towards them. It was time to act. Clara told them all to stay behind while the others who would help her hid.She quickly transformed her body, letting her fur cover her and ran away, crossing the path of the two men who quickly raised their weapons in her direction. Clara already knew how lethal they were and that she would most likely lose her life if they reach

Clara could feel the heat and the humidity of the other's blood throbbing in her face, while she did not feel any pain in spite of the shot. Everything had been really fast, but enough for her to be aware of the facts, of the situation and she could only do one thing.-ETHAN- she cried out as she saw the body of her mate staggering in front of her, with a wound in his paw from which blood was gushing.Then he heard the hunter's scream as the jet-furred wolf's mouth full of teeth closed around his neck and ripped him apart. Dixon had no contemplation in killing his mate's assailant. He squeezed until the man stopped moving. And only then did he raise his head. His golden eyes were fixed on Clara, as were those of her brother who looked over his shoulder at her.Despite what had happened, despite the fact that she might resent that they hadn't arrived in time, it was like that time, they had gone looking for her, and from the state of both their bodies, including the wounds on their wor

Despite having grown up apart and having only recently met, Dixon and Ethan couldn't deny that they were twins. The feeling they felt at that moment was the same. They were both trying to contain the rage to run out and tear apart the male who had dared to touch their mate. However, and only because they knew that their mate had a tendency for danger to surround her and after days they had found her, they had not forced her or left her alone. Even though she had not told them anything.They knew very well that she had lost her virginity, and from the wounds on her body not in the best way and that pissed them off even more. She shouldn't have been treated like that. Like that. And they had even had to restrain their instincts from rejecting her on the spot. That would completely break the female down, but the smell of another male coming out of her was even repulsive.In spite of everything they had put her first, swallowing all the fury inside them with the intention of not losing he